Failed Projects (a compilation of Unfinished stories.)

Neoncite (The Dimensional Guys)

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Brax begins to day dream of a time long ago. Back when he was standing over a cliff seeing out onto a purple sea "Hey" Brax said

"yea?"

"Why did you offer me the job?" Brax asked taking a seat on the edge of this rigged cliff.

"Why not? You're a good man who works without fail."

"besides that, why did you ask me in the first place?"

"Did you not said you wanted to be a hero?"

"Yes, but I'm just a Mage, what can I offer to the world that no one else can?"

"Your spirit"

"My. . . My Spirit?"

"When your home was slaughtered in the flames what did you do?"

"Well . . .I fought till my last bit of strength, because I knew if I didn't fight no one would...until you came?"

"Listen closely Brax. We are there for those who can't be, and I'll be at your side until my last breath as well my friend, now come on we have a job to do" and the vision begins to blur.

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"Where are you now" Brax sighs under his distress. The void sipping away at the sanity he had left. Slowly taking what he once had of home and distorting all his thoughts of home. What is home? What was his home? It's turning into a forgotten dream in his brain.

"what was that Brax?" Mr. Night asked taking a seat at the edge of the cube. Seeming to have the worries of the world.

"Oh nothing" Brax looms over the panel of buttons looking straight out into the unknown besides those white specks growing larger and larger as the cube ventures on. "So Mr. Night do you remember where the White Hole was?"

"No" Mr. Night sat at the edge of the cube "I can't tell where the blazes we are." He scrunches up his face clearly showing his old age.

Brax started to take notice in some sort of . . .white tear in the void "Hey Night . . .Night! I think I found the White Hole you were talking about!" Brax leaps to his feet hurdling himself over the panel to the front of the cube. Brax makes his fingers into what he dubs as eye-oculars again. The White Hole was like a white circle sucking in the darkness causing no such way to see through it. Unlike the bleach white covering the speck of darkness.

"There it is!" Night attempts to stand straight but his cane wobbles making him unbalanced, so Brax assisted him up holding his right shoulder "hang in there I have your back."

"Brax that is it! The White Hole!" Mr. Night points his cane as it glows with a powerful emerald aura.

Brax looks down at the glowing tip befuddled by Mr. Nights unusual cane, "...You didn't tell me you had magic?"

"No I just put a lighter inside the crystal OF course it's magic you fool! An Old man doesn't just stumble on a place like this."

"Yea that's the point . . .an old man doesn't just" he was trying to find the answer to this conundrum but Night's voice spoke up.

"Brax hush your mouth and focus on the task at hand." Night tries to calmly stand on his own, his legs looked crippled and scrawny. How does his legs even support his weight? "we have to jump in!"